The Thought

Christina K

As I lost myself to consciousness,

The thought of kissing him danced on my lips.

But no one cut in to join my dance,

and I died slowly from failed romance.

But I still hope he cuts in soon,

to save my soul from its deadly sloom.

And yet I know he will never come through,

because he died from the thought of kissing you.

  • Author: Christina K (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 27th, 2016 10:35
  • Category: Love
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Comments1

  • Augustus

    I like the dancing on my lips and cutting in like when another fella wants to dance with you. Ohhh I wished so much that sloom was in the dictionary. It fits so well, especially after the word soul in the same line. It is like slipping into gloom.



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